Heartache (Completed)

Chapter 15: Afterwords

Barry liked him!?!?! Since when did Barry like him!?!?! HOW LONG!?!?? Also, what about the 'Sam' chick? Was that a onetime thing? Len was so confused, happy, shocked, and scared.

...

Barry woke with a pounding headache. He also didn't recognize his bed sheets. Where was he this time?

He opened his eyes to an extremely bright light. He gasped lightly at how much it hurt his iris.

"Morning, Sleepyhead," he heard. "Stop yelling," Barry moaned. The same voice giggled. Why did that sound so much like Caitlin?

He finally opened his eyes to see someone standing over him.

"Missing something?" 'Caitlin' said as she gestured somewhere.

Barry suddenly realized that he was in his boxers.

You'd be surprised how fast a person with a hangover can move when they realize that their naked/almost naked. Barry was. As was Caitlin.

Barry flashed his clothes on before facing Caitlin. "What the hell happened last night?" he demanded. Caitlin winced. "Well, quite a few things." Then she told him all about their talk. He winced exactly at the right moments.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you at STAR Labs later?" Barry said. Caitlin nodded. Barry smiled and flashed off to the CCPD.

...

Oliver was walking home when he realized that he hadn't contacted Barry in awhile, just out of pure awkwardness.

So, he figured now would be a great time.

"Hey, Barry," he said. He could hear the wind in the background, so he figured Barry was flashing somewhere.

"Hey, Ollie. I'm a little busy, so can I call you back?" Barry asked. Oliver took a deep breath. "No, Barry," he started. "No. We need to talk now," Oliver said.

...

Barry was almost at work when Oliver called. He answered, hoping that this would be a short phone call. "Hey, Barry," said Oliver. Barry didn't know where he was going with this, so he just said, "Hey, Oliver. I'm a little busy right now, so can I call you back?" Then, Oliver said, "No. We need to talk now." 

Uh oh.

"About what?" Barry asked in hopes of stalling the conversation. "About me sleeping with you," Oliver said boldly. Barry gulped. "Why?" he said meekly. "Because if we don't, then whenever we work together, it will be awkward as hell." Barry couldn't disagree. 

"Ollie, seriously, can I call you when I'm off work?" Barry asked, praying that he said yes. he had a backup measure, but Oliver would kill him. Not literally, but still. He didn't want to use it.

"No, Barry," Oliver said. 

He couldn't deal with this today. He couldn't deal with another ex today. He just couldn't. So, he hung up.

...

What. The. Hell? Barry never hung up on people. Never. So, how could he contact Barry now?

Obviously, Barry wasn't going to answer the phone, but he would send Oliver away if he came down for a visit...

...

So, if she remembered correctly, (And she did) then his weak spots were really anywhere. It hurt his body to stretch to each form, so unless he had been in the same form for at least a day, his body would be super sore. ('Super' pun intended) 

So, would he switch?

She was about to find out.

She floated over to the general area of where she assumed he was, (According to Hank...) and looked around. She had to make sure he couldn't sneak-attack her.

She realized that she had entered the part of the facility where there was lead everywhere. This might be a little harder than she had originally thought.

Suddenly, she heard something. She turned to see a huge, hulking beast standing over her. He had huge, red eyes, and they were directed to her. He had large teeth, and drool was slowly sliding down it, somehow making it more intimidating. It had large, wolfish ears that were facing her, obviously listening to any sudden moves. She realized that it couldn't see her, but she could barely see it. (Was it a girl or a boy?... Never mind. Definitely a boy) She saw a large tail, sliding around, scattering things all over the place. She saw important papers and unopened letters fall to the ground. His tail was furry, not unlike a dog's, and if she didn't know better, (She definitely knew better!) she would saw that it looked like a dog's when it's happy and wagging it's tail. Except this one was not happy. He looked to be over ten feet tall, (He hit the ceiling of the DEO and the DEO ceilings were tan feet off the ground. Common sense) and about the size of the room. (She didn't know how wide the room was.) Basically, he was a bigger, scarier version of the Big, Bad Wolf.

Man. This was worse than last time!

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Barry was not happy. He had a case about a little girl who had been murdered. (He hated it when children died young. For good reason!!!) He wanted to put this man (Or women!) away for good. He (Or she) had taken away an innocent, young life that had never gotten the chance to live. To experience the good, the bad, the heartbreak, the heartache. And she never would. So this person would pay, at least if Barry could help it.

Someone walked in, but Barry was not in a good mood. "Go away!" he said angrily. "I'm busy!" He heard a low chuckle. "Well, you hung up on me, so I didn't know how else to get ahold of you. Sorry if it's a bad time."

Barry turned his head in shock. There, in all of his (Former) glory, stood Oliver Queen. 

"What are you doing here!?!?!" Barry asked. "I think you know," Oliver said with an eyebrow raise. Barry was angry. At the murderer, at his love-life, at everything. That's his excuse for what he said next.